In confusing times, you have to live a little-order the Taco Bell, scream at the slasher movie, shed the skin of your former stuffy self. Ergo 100 gecs, who tore down the half-ironic 'so bad it's good' framework and rebuilt it into 'so dumb it's smart' post-irony.
Has getting money and bitches ever sounded as effortless or lush as it does on Fountain Baby? Amaarae's second album makes a life of Henny-soaked hedonism and thotty trysts feel like a regular Tuesday.
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